Before she knew it, she was swept off her feet in a tight hug. Her face turned a brighter red than it already was and she wrapped her arms around his neck, hoping that he wouldn't drop her.

She shivered and tightened her grip on his neck. Her eyes almost bulged out of her head. He watched the game?! He was there? "You...were there? Watching me?" She squirmed in his arms, trying to touch the ground again.

"I'm a big girl." She said, pouting. "I can handle a bat and a bludger just fine." She added, her lip sticking out a bit further. "But..thanks for watching the game. And worrying about me."

He kissed her cheek. Ohmygosh!! She suddenly felt light-headed, also glad that he was still holding her. She might've fallen over if it weren't for his arms keeping her up.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, she stumbled a bit, the light-headed feeling not quite gone yet. When she looked back up at him, she couldn't help but grin at him. He was really here. For her. She wanted to jump for joy, but that would be embarrassing, so she just stood there, staring up at him with a happy look on her face.

" Jamie, could it be you?" Jason laughed.

Samson had no idea what he was doing here. This was a Quidditch Party. He didn't do Quidditch. Whatever or whoever pushed him into attending this pointless get together must've been pretty convincing to get him here. Who did force him to come? Huh. He had forgotten already.

Scanning the room with narrowed eyes, he searched for a familiar face. It was weird to once again be in the company of girls. Ever since day 1, he was more than delighted to be separated from the girls. But, much as he didn't want to admit it, he kind of missed them. He reasoned that it was simply because the boys were more boring than he had originally hoped. Yes, that was it. It wasn't because he actually already liked girls. In fact, separating from them was like coming back home - minus his mother and sister, of course.

Eh, his mind was dragging again. He knew he shouldn't have come! It was boring around here! As he let out a yawn, he plopped down on a chair by a nearby table and continued to look around.

Well, well.

A little movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. That all-too familiar female face, moving away from a table, alone. Sam fought with himself as to whether he should approach her or not. The first choice prevailed (and he told himself that it was just because Issy was a good friend and he almost kind of missed her). Walking over behind her, he leaned in and muttered a quiet hello. He smiled very slightly then as he put his hands in his pockets.

He grinned. "I was there... I was sitting near Josh Moonson, the kid who took a broom to the face from your seeker." He glanced around and spied Josh, still looking the part of a boy injured in the line of love. Jordan knew he'd been there for his girl, and if she weren't playing, he might have been missed by the Seeker because he would have been paying a little more attention. "Poor guy, bet that hurt like nothing else."

He looked at her, face serious all of a sudden. "I was afraid you were going to get hurt... it looked like quite a scuffle happening up there... If you had been injured, I dunno what I would have done."

He knew. He would have leapt bodily from the stands, no matter how high they were, to make sure she was alright. But she didn't need to know that. He gazed down at her, at her pink cheeks. Had he embarrassed her by picking her up so? She stumbled a bit when he set her down, and he took firm hold of her arms.

"Are you alright?" he whispered, a bit alarmed. "You're sure you didn't get hurt, you seem a little out of it..."

He put a hand on her forehead to feel for a fever. Silly Jordan, overreacting.

Jamie leaned in closer. "Maybe, maybe not." She whispered again. She did not take her hands from his eyes.

Realy, it must be some Muggle movie star, maybe Sandra Bullock? Jason asked her. Jason never told Jamie he had a crush on Sandra Bullock. "It is you Jamie" Jason laughed.

A small movement caught Issy's attention and her head turend to catch sight of the very person she'd forced her thoughts about to cease. There stood Samson, not so far off, nearing her and she felt her breath catch in her throat, the very manner of the dreams or memories that she just couldn't place a finger upon.

Memories, she decided, as her throat constricted and stomach flipped uneasily.

Memory had forgotten just how beautiful he was. Somehow, his eyes had seemed so much more subdued in her mind and the way his hair fell into his eyes seemed more... she didn't know what it was but the intense need to stand on her toes and push back his fringe threatened her.

As was typical Samon fashion, his greeting was breif, nearly fleeting and it was all she could do to ignore the twitch in her knees to spring at him and hug him. But then she remembered, so suddenly, that he'd never written her back and he hadn't visited her in Hogsmeade like Gavin and felt the strangest mix of missing him and anger.

"Samson," she greeted him, nodding her head shortly. There was no way she'd make this easy. Why should she go jumping all over a boy who hadn't even cared to visit her or write her? Was she so annoying that he was truly HAPPY to have been rid of her?

"Was I in your way?"

Jamie laughed. "Only in your dreams would it be Sandra." she said. She wrapped him in a quick hug, so they would not get into trouble.

It suddenly seemed that Emily was surrounded by a large number people, most of them ignoring her in her dementor cloak. Taking a slice of cake on a paper plate with a plastic fork, still cloaked thoroughly, her face invisible to others, seeming to glide with elegance that no other could pull off. She sat down on a chair next to the table and eating carefully, watching others interestedly, talking and mingling and laughing and kissing and flirting and... Well, you got the idea.

Was it something he said? Again?! How peculiar it was to see the usually cheery Isabella Cortella, alone and annoyed. Samson concluded that it couldn't have been his fault this time, because he was never around to bother her - and vice versa. Maybe it was because her friends had abandoned her for the time being. Yes, that was probably it.

"Not at all," he said in a rather pleasant voice. Very un-Samson like. "I approached you, didn't I? It's not every day I do that, so d'you think I could get a better kind of hello from you?" He wasn't trying to be demanding or sarcastic or whatever. He was trying to be genuinely friendly. Besides, it wasn't every day that he was in the company of girls. Actually, this would be a first since he hadn't bothered going to Hogsmeade. He'd been way too busy with... other things. Of course, he didn't know why he decided to decline Gavin's offers to go to Hogsmeade. He needed a break, and he needed to get out once in a while. All the white in the Common Room was getting to him, and a little color would've done him good. But, eh, was laziness a good enough excuse not to go out and meet with his female friends?

Whatever.

"So, how have you been, Issy? And why aren't you with your posse?" He asked nonchalantly.

Professor Vindictus had been sneaking about as he spread the news and came into the Broomshed in a boisterous mood. He was still in his officiating robes when he burst inside. "Where are the victorious Ravenclaws!" he called out cheerfully and furrowed his brow at the couples who were definitely displaying too much affection. He gave those people a simple shake of his head - it was the only warning he was going to give them about their public displays of affection (and he wasn't too far from considering suspending any further rule breakers until the start of the next term).

Brows knitting down over her unusually bright hazel eyes, Issy survedy the very tall boy before her. Normally sullen, rather kept to himself, akin to messy hair and surly tones, moody swings and the occasional excited voice, this Samson before her seemed somehow very different.

A voice of cheer and a smile was very... odd. His nonchalance rang with memory of the apathy that usually decorated his voice. The one thing that seemed most his own was the mild demand. Of course she could give him a proper hello. So confused by this sudden change, Issy was forgetting that she was upset with Samon.

Though he might regret having asked for a more proper hello.

Finally giving in to the twitch, she sprung forward and though she was short, even jumping at him, her arms only made it around his torso and so she clung to Samson, hugging him rather tightly, not unlike the time she'd run into Gavin.

"I've missed you," she admitted, quietly, muttering against his robe. If he didn't hear it, she wouldn't mind, and she almost wished she hadn't said anything. Letting go, she pulled back, cheeks tinted pink, lip caught between her teeth and the shyest of smiles formed.

"I... they..." Stopping and swallowing, she merely shrugged. "They're off with boys," she finally replied, again, scuffing her shoe.

Neo popped into the broomshed, soon after Max. His face harboured a mischievous smile, mixed with one of happiness. "Good game, guys," he said to the players in the room before taking to leaning against a wall to watch the festivities.

" Let's go Jamie." Jason whispered. Jason walks out the door quickly.

"Masterson, glad that you could join us!" Vindictus greeted his colleague loudly and began to squeeze his way over to the table. He grabbed a turkey sandwich and a glass of cold lemonade.

Jamie stopped Jason. "Where are we going to go?" she whispered. Jamie felt the tension in Jason. "Wait, whats wrong?" She asked.

"Ah, well Vindictus, after the show your grass put on for us the last couple games...joining in the fun seemed like the least I could do." He grinned and moved over to the table as well to grab something to eat. "Yeah...it had quite a beautiful display of colours. Good show," he sighed as he picked up a sandwich.

Anna held on to his hands and nodded, knowing that she was probably overreacting. "I know, I know. I'm just so angry and frustrated right now. A lot of things that'd I'd hoped for just didn't happen. I didn't think this would be so permanent. I thought that by now they would realize their mistake in taking us out of Hogwarts, and they'd send us all back. Then I got my hopes up about the whole parchment deal, but here it is mere days away from the Leaving Feast, and nothing's changed. What gives?"

She yook a deep breath and glanced around the room at all the people. Cale was right. Of course. I mean, he is perfect after all. "You're right. As long as you're here I'm okay, too. Just promise you'll let me know ahead of time if you're ever going to jump ship and head to America. I need the extra time to prepare my father for the moment I tell him I'm going with you." She laughed a little at that, glad to be relaxing a little and calming down for her moment of panic earlier.

"Oh, no, Reese!" Anna exclaimed, shaking her head. "We don't even know if there will be a treasure hunt...or anything like it. We're just speculating about ways to get Hogwarts back, that's all."

Samson leaned his hip on the nearby table, watching and waiting for Issy's response. It seemed to him like there was something wrong with this picture. First of all, wasn't he the one who usually looked annoyed even when there wasn't anything to be annoyed at any way? And wasn't Issy usually the cheery, I-don't-care-if-you-feel-negative-coz-I-feel-positive, one? Ah well.

He was about to open his mouth to speak up, when all of a sudden, she flung her figure towards his and wrapped her arms around him. Sam felt the color drain from his face slightly, and he felt his smile fall. His arms moved to the sides, avoiding Issy's at all costs. He looked down at her head and slowly raised an eyebrow. He didn't even bother hugging her back. This wasn't the more proper greeting he had hoped. In fact, that petty hello could've done after all. Just not this. Not in front of everyone. Wasn't there enough PDA to be going around anyway?! And... did she just say she'd missed him? He swallowed hard, and unclasped her hands from behind him, setting them down gently beside her. "That's nice, Issy. I don't know what that was for, but it's nice to know that at least someone misses me," he told her flatly. He hadn't intended to sound so monotonous, but then again her hug kind of caught him off guard.

She pulled back and smiled, and it was obvious she enjoyed it. Samson couldn't smile, but he didn't frown either. Still, there was that slight upward tug of a muscle at the corner of his mouth. "Off with boys? All of them?" Scratching his chin, he let out a small hmm. "And you? Why aren't you off with boys, too?"

Cale sighed. He had been thinking the same thing--by now Cooper would have seen how stupid this whole setup was and let them back into Hogwarts. But obviously that wasn't the case. "Well, we've done all we can do, so we just have to wait. Like I said, don't think about it," he said, grinning at her to try and make her feel better. "We've got summer to look forward to, and I guarantee you we'll be together all the time. I bet as soon as Theresa finds out your mum runs the ice cream shop, she'll love you," he joked, playfully nudging her.

He pulled her out of the corner they had been chatting in and back into the thick of the party, tripping over his own two feet in the process. Normally he would have been embarrassed, but she was used to that by now, he was sure. "Sorry," he muttered with a sheepish chuckle. "Hey, why don't we try and find Ryan and congratulate him on his win?" he suggested. "Not that I'm surprised they won or anything...you know, guys just do everything better than girls, and that includes captaining Quidditch," he added with a wink, wondering what she would say to his playful banter.

Vindictus frowned. "My grass was normal and some prankster began using a spell on it," he said with a hint of anger in his voice. "Whoever did it doesn't realize how dangerous it is to tamper with the field below - even the line colors changed and kids got hurt. They had a difficult time identifying their location over the pitch." But the cheerful chatter of the students made him unwind a little. "Its good to see the students celebrating together at the end of such a trying year."

Jezz entered, beaming. She looked around and seeing Mister M
asterson had to go bug him. "Excuse me sir, how did the exploration with Madame Dion go by the koi pond?" The huge grin on her face grew with each word.

MWAHAHA. Ryan had turned on his devilish charm. "And that was a lucky shot, mind you," Ryan said. It was both a true compliment, and something he said to butter her up a bit. She probably needed a pick-me-up with the loss and everything. "You playing keeper is like...I dunno. Putting a lid on tupperware. Nothing can get in or out."

WHAT kind of an analogy was that?!

He squirmed a bit and chuckled as Rapunzel tickled him. Thank goodness he wasn't ridiculously ticklish, or else the trophy would have been shattered on the ground. "Stop!" he said through the laughter. "I'm going to drop it!"

As Rapunzel had her little conversation with this Hufflepuff girl, Ryan felt sort of like a rag doll. He was being thrown left and right, and his first instinct was to protect the cup, which he hugged tightly.

"HERE!" Ryan shouted at the appearance of his Head of House and idol.

He would have said something else....but he couldn't really think of anything. He was still too happy to formulate sentences.

When the groundskeeper appeared in the shed, Ryan happened to catch the look on Rapunzel's face. She was all googly-eyed, and if he didn't find it hilarious beyond belief, he would have been upset. But luckily for both of them, he found it hilarious.

"Want me to introduce you to him?"

Constantine half-smiled this time as he took a bite of his sandwich. "I'm sure they have the common sense to not do it again," he nodded. "If they don't learn...then I'll take care of them. A little over exposure to acorns never hurt a child...too much." Shrugging, he reached over to grabbed himself a drink, pausing in mid reach to the sound of a new voice.

He snickered at the mention of Dion and their oh so fun day at the Koi Pond. "Ah...it was enchanting, my dear, " enchantingly nasty, that is, "thank you for the heads up about the dirt. Her and I took care of the situation just fine," he winked lightly before grabbing the drink he had his heart set upon.

Anna followed Cale out of the corner and back into the general area of the party. "Sorry? About what?" she asked, right before realizing that he'd tripped on his own two feet. "Oh, it didn't even really occur to me at first that you'd tripped. It's okay, though. Don't forget, that's part of one of my favorite things about you," she said with a wink.

"Sounds good," Anna said, nodding and agreeing that they should go find Ryan. "It's just a matter of finding him. I think this is the biggest party we've been to all school year -- by FAR!" Anna continued to look around the room for Ryan until it fully hit her what her boyfriend had just said. "CALE MARKUS NEWELL!" she exclaimed, taking her hand and punching him on the arm. "Must I remind you who the top Gryffindor points earner is this term?" She frowned at him and then went back to looking for Ryan.